Lyrics:
We really are the present often gives
Us less than we deserve
Sometimes, the present has our record label
Cancel our album mid-production and makes
music will take us there
But hard work ain’t workin’
And, personally, it ain’t fair
How they overlooked our circle
As if our album was square
But God has
my time to shine I let it ring out
My flaws are gonna be gone by the time my album out
And I've come to the terms with both sides of my brain
So now
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
That's over your head like Dirk with the jumper
Ain't ever over we betting the under this was my album be back by the summer
Ha probably before that
Ha
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Laughing at these cow niggas
Like ha, ha, ha, ha
Look you fucking with a winner
Stripping lobster for dinner
Bet you any game
You other just beginners
In my
a writers credit which of
Course made me sick eGo-EGo-EGO!
When I was in
NY I had to meet with William Orbit
Which has you know we're trying to do
A deal with
This is one more final the final time
Hideaki Anno, you're cooler than Kubrick
Hey bitch, listen to this
69 69 69 69
Ha ha ha
Fucking got you you pussy
You should doubt your- what
I'm hustling harder
Gotta get this album done
Locking myself up in the flat
Has never felt so much fun
Reading all these
were raised or how you are living
Like a happy village of people accepting
And being grateful for what has been given i am driven towards success
So
you 5 seconds
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
dumb, bih
I'm on a high frequency bitch
Low vibration ass niggas
Really make me sick
You gotta strive by working your mind
Survive just to stay alive
did it my way?
Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (ha)
Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (go get your gun, nigga)
My lil' shooter
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
with a whole bunch of conditions
Just give it to you raw how a nigga really feelin'
"Rappers get shot too much" probably has a lot more precision
But
gon' tell you the half
Ya not see it
Cause they're really only after the cash
Ya not see it
But they wind up sellin they own ass
One album, two album
but
They ain't findin' this Dior, nigga
(Ha ha ha) we was in the trenches sellin'
China by the store
Window-watcher in the trap
MAC-90 by the door (Talk
might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch
Well it's the God (yes) no illusions
You plexiglass-ass niggas can't be me
You generic-ass nigga won't believe me
(we've been trained by the old code)
Talk while you unload ?
I try
Maybe some bacon and eggs will help me to feel replenished ha ha
Saturday morning, where my homies at yo c'mon on
Now that's everything's fine, you got me
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
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